On the last day of November, Atlanta, Crimson City. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was a city larger than Witherspoon, built on the Dinassie River, with a dense number of waterways, numerous boats, and a large population.

Here, limited by environment and design, a city that can accommodate 100,000 people is not small, and there are almost only a handful of cities like Witherspoon that can accommodate 100,000 people living at the same time. And big cities with a population of tens of millions, like the earth, do not exist at all.

Scarlet City is the most prosperous city in the San Pompeii Empire, one of the powerhouses of the Atlanta continent, and it is also one of the very few cities that has been well preserved in the Second Warcraft Warcraft, with a history of nearly a thousand years.

It was also the fief of the Emperor of the San Pompeii Empire for his Lao Tzu.

As we all know, the last emperor of the San Pompeii Empire was a dictatorial queen, with a tough and decisive personality, and in order to reduce the interference of relatives caused by the marriage of nobles, she creatively found a commoner who was quite eye-catching to marry and have children, and only then did she have the current emperor Fanobing III.

When his son was in power, even if his father was just an ordinary person, he was successfully named the Grand Duke of Scarlet and resided in Scarlet City.

Today, though, the bustling Scarlet City is mired in chaos and slaughter.

At some point, an endless black mist began to drift in from all directions, and a moment later, the sun was obscured and the city was shrouded in shadows, like the darkness before the most terrible shower of midsummer.

Just when the people were at a loss, when the city garrison army gathered to investigate, and when the bipedal dragon knight guarding the Scarlet Palace was about to take off to investigate, the strange smile echoed throughout the city.

It was a laugh that evoked the deepest fears in people's hearts, like the scythe of death hanging over the door of their heads, enough to make people feel an uncontrollable chill from the bottom of their hearts, and I don't know where it was right, a figure with the power of fear and a skeletal staff in his hand came from the black mist, like a monster coming out of the most terrible abyss.

Dark wizard, it's actually a dark wizard!

People with a little insight only feel that their hearts are trembling, these people are shouting and beating, and the shadows that only move in the corners of the gutter are actually besieging a city in the light, and they don't need to say much about the black witch disaster if they want to do it, aren't they afraid of the wrath of Fanobing III?

This is a war in the Empire of San Pompeii!

However, this is all for later, and for now, everything goes on......

Since the appearance of this dark wizard, it seems to have made a bad start, one by one the dark wizards appeared in the fog, they opened portals with a strange smile of 'Zombies', undead, skeleton lords, purgatory, vampires, dark werewolves, demons, deformed monsters, dark elves, and all kinds of terrifying living beasts, one by one.

If you want to say that the continent has the most experience in slaughtering cities, the dark wizard thinks that he is second, and no one dares to say that he is the first, even after the establishment of the Augustan Dynasty, there are ten cities destroyed by the dark witch disaster.

These dark wizards are very skilled in blocking the four gates, blocking the enemy's escape path, and then the dark army gradually advances, traveling along the root of the city wall and then to the center without radiation, they are not too eager to kill, first chase and intimidate, and then slaughter after the people are full of fear, so as to maximize the benefits.

An endless stream of dark wizards appeared, they brought with them countless dark legions, the flames set fire to countless houses, blood stained the ground, the air was filled with the smell of blood, chaos everywhere, people fled in fear, dead bodies everywhere, people died in despair.

The beautiful crimson city was reduced to scorched ashes in the smoke and flames, and there was no end to death and no end to carnage.

The entire city, that is, the temple area, and the professional guild area had a little resistance, and they all opened their respective defensive enchantments for the first time, and the semicircular enchantments like Ambilight bought them some time.

The leaders tried their best to contact the outside world like crazy, but whether it was the teleportation circle or the arcane sigil, they were completely useless - under the 'Elemental Shielding Enchantment', all of them were in vain.

Faced with the apocalyptic scene outside, they can only wait for the verdict in fear. Then, as evening approached, groups of ugly, dark figures began to appear outside the barrier, growing more and more until they were able to drown out all resistance......

The Scarlet Kingdom, which was supposed to be the strongest defense, was unusually quiet, except for a small team of bipedal wyverns who were slaughtered by the obsidian destroyers, there was basically no resistance, and the Crimson Grand Duke, the court master, and the court swordsman group had long since disappeared.

Before the Dark Witch Comes......

The carnage continued into the evening, and when both the blue and red moons had risen into the sky, radiating their boundless brilliance, Crimson City was stained with poignancy and brought a figure with it.

It was the figure of a giant, shrouded in a faint smoke of fear, his body standing high in the air, looking up in his arms, the twin moons hanging in the air as his background, the boiling black fog as his backdrop, and he looked down on it like a god from above.

In his field of vision, the dilution of the divine power of the god of fear, Baal, firmly sealed the surroundings of Scarlet City, cut off all external contacts, and endlessly devoured the endless power of fear and despair in Crimson City, replenished, and the black mist was condensing and expanding at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye.

And in the Scarlet City, there are at least hundreds of thousands of lives dead, and those twisted souls wander and scream in the sky, almost to the level of a physical entity.

"Enough, enough, the endless power of fear brings the amplification, so let's get started!"

I saw that the giant suddenly opened its mouth, and under the moonlight, it made an inhalation, and the boundless boiling black mist cracked as if it had received an order, and those trapped twisted souls screamed and fled, but they were bound by a mysterious force and rushed into the sky, submerging into his mouth.

The fear smoke around the giant also turned into flames, and a cluster of shaking and burning flames formed the shape of a flower, without a scorching temperature, but countless thin 'roots' poked out and sank into the boiling black mist, visible to the naked eye, the black mist was decreasing, and the flame became more and more vigorous.

With the smoke of fear as the flame and the boundless black mist as the fuel, all the souls were boiled into the most delicious essence soup, and then let the giant in front of him swallow and absorb, and let him rise infinitely towards the realm of yearning.

When the black fog of dread burned to the ground, the ruined Crimson City reappeared in the moonlight, and the living ceased their activities, the dark wizards and the dark legions all fell to the ground, worshipping their king, and the survivors shivered in fear.

Time seemed to stand still, and the giants in the sky did not move, so the living people under the crimson city did not dare to move, so the wind and the moonlight did not dare to move, as if the heavens and the earth were silent in the eternal desolation.

Silently, I don't know how long it took, the giant finally raised his head, and a pair of rough and sharpened hands were raised in front of his eyes, dancing slightly, as if sensing something.

"Is this the thread of rules? It wraps around me like a thread of silk, making me feel the rejection of the world, but it also allows me to move the thread of rules and influence the world.

I...... Am I finally a legend? Yes, I'm Marceau, after 1,600 years of cultivation and three times of death and rebirth, I have finally climbed to the realm of legends!"

The crazy laughter resounded for dozens of miles, expressing the joy of the giants, and also making the space almost shake and almost shatter, that is, at this time, the two moons in the sky merged together, which was the inevitable process of changing the moon day.

Before this day, the red moon was on the left and the blue moon was on the right.

After this day, the blue moon is on the left and the red moon is on the right.

But at this moment, the density of the elements in the space was increasing rapidly, and the speed was so fast that almost all elemental users could feel it, as if an invincible terrible tide was surging.

"This, this is actually the second surge of the demon tide?" Marceau was stunned, why couldn't he advance to the legend, it was because the concentration of external elements was too low, he could only borrow his soul to forcibly raise the realm, but now?

Unexpectedly, at the moment when he advanced, after three hundred and eleven years, the second demon tide surged again, this, can this be regarded as fate?

Then, the giant's laughter was delivered in a tenfold crazier laugh: "It seems that the time has come for my dark wizard to rule the plane again!"

But at this moment, his laughter stopped abruptly, and he felt a fluctuation, a slight but trembling of the entire space, it was the magic net?!(To be continued.) )